It will be awful waste of time in that dull place." "Perhaps your father--" began the tutor; but she took him up half angrily.
"My father intends us to stay at Maxfield.

In fact, you may as well know it at once, and let Roger know it too.

We're as poor as church- mice, and can't afford to do anything else.

Oh, how I wish we had stopped where we were!" And her voice actually trembled as she said the words.
It was an uncomfortable position for Mr Armstrong.

Once again his mother-wit failed him, and he watched the little hand as it moved up and down the dog's back in silence.
"I tell you this," continued the young lady, "because tutors are generally poor, and you'll understand it.